Shannon Leigh interviews Cassandra and Cray

Shannon Leigh:“Good afternoon everyone. Glad you could make it. Joining me today is a couple of the characters from Lycan Lore, Cassandra and Cray.

Shannon turns toward the pretty young woman with hazel eyes and fiery red hair that hangs in waves about her shoulders.

“Let’s start with Cassandra. Tell us how you ended up in Prairie Creek Park.”

Cassandra:“my best friend Heather thought camping would be the perfect place for me to meet a guy.” She rolls her eyes. “Of course she was right, but not quite in the manner she’d intended. The only men I saw were either sporting a spare tire around their midriff, or a female counterpart and a succession of kids. Not Exactly the Tarzan I had in mind.”

Shannon Leigh:Chuckles at Cassandra’s sarcasm. “So how did you meet Cray?”

She casts a quick glance at the man seated on Cassandra’s right, her gaze taking in his muscled frame From the bottom of his large, weathered brown work-boots to the dark chocolate curls feathering his brow.

Cassandra:“Cray was gracious enough to save me from my tent disaster,” she explains, interrupting Shannon’s wandering thoughts. “I’d just about given up, resigning myself to sleeping on the ground on my blow up mattress and pink camouflaged sleeping bag, despite The fact I’d be a smorgasbord for the Mosquitos.”

Shannon Leigh:“So he stepped in rescued the damsel in distress. Looks like you found your Tarzan after all. Let’s move on to Cray.” She leans forward in her seat. “I’m going to get to the nitty-gritty. You claim to be a werewolf, is that right?”

Cray:Shrugs. “I suppose I am.”

Shannon Leigh:“But you’re not just any werewolf, are you, you’re a hunter. Can you enlighten us on what you do?”

Cray:“I hunt and kill my own kind,” he replies bluntly.

Shannon Leigh:Cringes at the lack os sympathy in his tone. “Seems a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Cray:“Does it? only lycans–werewolves–born into their fate can control their feral urges, their change. Those who are made are nothing more than vicious killers. They can’t control their bloodlust and the moon dictates their shift.”

Shannon Leigh:“So you’re a protector of humanity, despite your own Lycan heritage. That must be very hard for you.”

Cray:Shrugs again. “I cant say it’s something you get used to, I don’t like my job. But someone has to do it.”

Shannon Leigh:“Cassandra, what do you think about all of this?”

Cassandra:Laughs. “I never believed in werewolves, or vampires, or anything paranormal. I–“

Shannon Leigh:“Hold on a minute,” she says, interrupting Cassandra. “Are you saying there are vampires too?”

Cray:Chuckles as though amused by her naiveté. “There’s a whole lot of things most human don’t know about. Lucky for you there’s guys like me trying to keep it that way.”

Shannon Leigh:Looks pointedly at Cray. “You said you could change at will. Would you…change for the audience?”

Cray:Gives her a wolfish grin. “Maybe after the interview.”

Shannon Leigh:Her heart leaps to the back of her throat as she basks in the potent sexuality radiating from Cray’s smile. Clearing her throat, she attempts to regain her composure. Tearing her gaze away from his handsome face, she turns her attention back to Cassandra.

“Let’s get back to your feelings on all of this.”

Cassandra:Gives Shannon a knowing smile. “As I was saying, I never believed in any of this stuff before. I did a study in college on Therianthropy, the mental transformation of a human in to some sort of animal where the subject displays characteristics of both–boy was that a waste of $500! Anyway, what I learned was that Lycanthropes were people who believed they were werewolves. During a full moon, they would vary on like the animal they thought they were–crawling around on their hands and feet, snarling, growling, clawing at the air, even eating raw meat–but none displayed any physical change. In those studies, all subjects were diagnosed with schizophrenia.”

Shannon Leigh:“But Cray has just confirmed that he is an actual werewolf. Were those studies wrong”

Cray:“No, they were right. Those people were nuts.”

Shannon Leigh:“Then how do you explain your claim?”

Cray:“They weren’t studying the real thing.”

Shannon Leigh:Starts to feel like Cassandra and Cray are pulling her leg about the whole werewolf bit. She’d believe Cray was a werewolf when she saw it. Until then, she’d just play along.

“So Cassandra, your dilemma now is that you have rabid wolf after you, is that correct?”

Cassandra:Nods, her expression somber. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Shannon Leigh:“But you have a strapping werewolf hunter to protect you. That must make you feel safe.”

Cassandra:Smiles at Cray, her eye a full of warmth and love. “Yes, I do.”

Shannon Leigh:“why won’t this other lycan stop hunting you? You’d think he’d be afraid of Cray. After all, he does hunt and kill feral wolves, right?”

Cray:“Fear won’t deter him. Once a wolf scents it’s prey, it won’t stop until it makes the kill. That’s why they all have to be stopped. This time it’s just more personal.”

His gaze sweeps over Cassandra, the look in his eye one of fierce protectiveness.

Shannon Leigh:“But you’re different, aren’t you.”

Cray:“I was born a Lycan. I can control my blood lust. Though, it takes time and constant practice.”

His green eyes take on a faint glow, a look of hunger in their smoldering depths.

Shannon Leigh:Swallows against the sudden dryness in her throat. ” How long have you been alive, Cray?”

Cray:Grins. “Much longer than I care to admit.”

Shannon Leigh:Smiles in return. “I think that pretty much wraps up this interview. Cassandra, I wish you the best of luck. I hope your hunter does his job. Cray, I think the audience would like a demonstration. I know I would.”

Cray:Shrugs. “If you insist. But don’t freak out. It’s not a sight many people see and live to tell about.”

Shannon Leigh:“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she replies.

Shannon leans forward in her chair, anxious to see this for herself.

Cray stands and begins removing his boots. His blue and red plaid shirt and white tank top are the next to go. A nest of dark curls cover his wide chest. Shannon has the strange urge to run her hands along his Bulging pecs and taut abs. He reaches for the button on his worn jeans and she’s suddenly grateful her show is rated mature. Yanking off his pants, he’s left standing before her completely nude.

Shannon feels desire claw at her insides as she takes in his full, luscious form. “Is that really…necessary?” she squeaks, unable to tear her gaze away from his semi-erect cock. She longs to tangle her finger in the dark, wiry curls shrouding his thick rod. Her hands ache with the need to wrap around the base of his–

Cray:“I like those jeans,” he says, breaking in to her bawdy thoughts.

Obviously, being nude in front of an audience doesn’t phase him at all.

Cassandra:Giggles. Ostensibly amused by Shannon’s distress.

Shannon Leigh:“Well then,”she says, clearing her throat once again, this time to swallow her drool. “Let’s get this demonstration Going, shall we?”

Cray:Nods his head, then holds his arms out at his sides. Dropping his head back, he let’s out a ferocious bellow as his body begins to morph.

Shannon Leigh:Shannon holds back a scream as bones crack and muscles swell. His gorgeous form quickly changes into something she’s only read about in fiction books or seen on a movie screen. No longer human, his hunkered form now resembles a strange mix of dog and Hell beast. Her gaze rivets on the razor sharp teeth lining his massive jaw. Gulping back terror, she leaps from her seat and backs several feet away.

Shannon holds her hands out in front of herself as Cray–now a Hideous creature that will surely haunt her sleep for years to come–takes a step toward her, his black lips pulled back in a snarl-like smile.

“I think you’ve provided an adequate demonstration, Cray. I’d like for you to change back, now. If you don’t mind.”

Cray:Let’s out a chilling howl that rattles the walls. A deep growl rumbles in his chest.

Cassandra:“Oh stop showing off. You’re scaring her to death.

Cray:Gives Shannon another fang-filled grin before quickly changing back into his prior handsome self. Once again in his human form, Cray picks up his clothes and begins to redress. When he’s finished, he drops back down into his chair and offers Shannon a charming smile.

“Believe me now!” he asks with a sardonic grin.

Shannon Leigh:Despite her trembling limbs, she manages to retake her seat. “Y…yes,” she stammers, hating the quiver in her voice. Can’t animals sense fear. She’s lucky she didn’t piss her pants.

She turns to her audience, wondering if they’re as shaken up as her. “One thing is for certain, this was an experience none of us will soon forget. Thanks for joining us, folks. Sleep tight, don’t let the…werewolves bite.”

Cray and Cassandra will be around for a while if anyone has any questions for them.

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